A Cricket Casualty - Poem by Clarence Michael James Stanislaus Dennis

My dear, I'm awful shorry'Bout gettin' home sho late.I orra been in hoursh ago;But you know how I hateTo biss a crit of micket (Shuse me) I mean to say,To criss a mit of bicket Cricket! Ash right. Hooray!

In-toshicated? Nonshense!Just need a lirrle rest.I shush been round to Johnson's placeLish'nin' to the Test.Great game! It's nervish teshionHas made me feel like thish.You know how I like cricket I wouldn't bit a mish.